After getting the confirmation, Huang Yi couldn't help but glance at the bulging shoulder blades behind the old man's back again. I didn't expect that the Feather Clan, which was so powerful back then, actually degenerated into this.

The Feathered Race was once a great sky race in the Second World. They have a pair of wide wings and are covered in feathers, and they soar in the vast sky.

They take the blue sky and white clouds as their home, the mountains and cliffs as their friends, and the breeze and sunshine as their companions. The graceful posture of their flying posture once covered the skies of the entire Second World. The people of the earth would often raise their heads and look up enviously at their soaring posture in the sky, like noble angels.

In the primeval period, the Feathered People gave birth to a great god-canter, and that is Johns, the god of faith!

His appearance made the Feather Human Race unprecedentedly prosperous, and once became the most powerful race in the Second World, dominating the skies of the Second World, and even the powerful Dragon Clan had to bow their noble heads.

But after Johns became a god, the Feathered Race gradually declined. After the ancient and antiquity, the current situation of their population has become so dire that they have been reduced to the point of barely surviving. Since ancient times, there has never been any Feather Race ever lived, and some people even believe that the Feather Race has become extinct.

Unexpectedly, in this isolated peach blossom garden, there was actually a degenerate descendant left.

"Why did Johns cause the fall of your Feathered Clan?" Huang Yi asked suspiciously.

The old man squinted his eyes, as if recalling the story that had been passed down from generation to generation, and said slowly, "Johns used to be a member of our 'Sun-Chasing Clan', and the Sun-Chasing Clan was once one of the strongest clans of the Feather Clan. Johns' name is in the ancient language of the Feathered Clan. It means "the light of the scorching sun". His life is indeed like his name. Dazzling as the sun. The rest of the Feathered Humans are born in caves in the cliffs of high mountains, or in the nests of giant trees, and only after spending their childhood can they slowly begin to learn to fly. But Johns was born at the moment when his mother soared into the sky, he was born directly from the sky, and as soon as he was born, he fell to the ground, and other feathered babies would have fallen to their deaths, but it fell to death before it hit the ground. Miraculously learned to fly, it seems that he was born to belong to the sky and is destined to be different. ”

The old man said, a yearning smile appeared on his face, and the old gaze looked at the distant sky, and continued: "Like all the Feather Clans of the 'Sun Chaser Clan', Johns believes in the warm sun, and in order to prevent the sun from setting, he always chases the sun and never stops to rest. Eat the wind and drink the rain, and suck the aura of heaven and earth. For this. He followed the sun around the whole world over and over again, and his golden wings forever reflected the dazzling sunlight and became a scenery of the world. Countless children even sit in front of their homes every morning, looking up at Johns and the rising sun in the sky. ”

Huang Yi lay on the rattan chair, listening to the old man's words while looking at the blue sky and white clouds on the horizon. He seemed to be able to see the golden figure chasing the sun, tirelessly streaking across the sky over and over again.

The old man said, closing his eyes, and his voice became a little muffled: "Johns chases the sun with a pure heart, and his mind is simple, but because of this, he knows little about the world. He was ignorant of the negative emotions of life, such as pain, depravity, evil, killing, darkness, etc., and had never even seen the night, but as he grew older and more knowledgeable, his doubts deepened. At this time, the Pain Sect Leader Groel Remnant Nian himself came to this world to sow pain and develop demon cult followers. In order to study the Demon Path, Johns simply stopped chasing the light and threw himself into the arms of the Pain Demon Cult. The place where he flew was no longer warm with sunshine, but full of pain and death. People began to fear his soaring figure, and when the children saw his flying figure, they were no longer full of yearning, but hid in their homes, closing their doors and windows. Since then, he has become a public enemy of the world, and has formed many grudges, even affecting the entire Feather Clan. ”

The old man took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and his tone was full of power again: "Later, Johns comprehended the mystery of the Demon Dao, and finally changed his ways, judged the Demon Clan, and returned again. At this time, he had a thorough understanding of the nature of the world, insight into light and darkness, divine and evil. With his strength above the top of the world, he unified all the clans in the Feather Human Race, leading the entire Feather Human Race to true strength and dominating the vast sky. It was the most glorious time of our feather race, and the whole world was shrouded in the shadow of our wings, and countless races were subservient to us. ”

When Huang Yi heard this, he touched his chin and said quietly: "The so-called thing pole must be reversed, and the next thing should be the decline of the Feather Clan!" ”

"Yes!" The old man nodded, and said regretfully: "Under Johns's indulgence, the Feathered People have become more and more arrogant, believing that they are above all races, and all conflicts and contradictions have been brutally suppressed. Later, when Johns became a god and entered the heavenly realm, the Feathered Humans lost his protection, but they still tried to continue their former glory, and they maintained their previous arrogance and quickly became the target of public criticism. The enemies of Johns, and those who had to succumb to the Feathered Race, united against the Feathered Race. To add insult to injury, the demons also took revenge on the Feathered Clan due to Johns's rebellion. Since then, the Feather Race has turned from prosperity to decline, and has fallen from heaven to hell. It's like the old proverb of the Feathered People - 'The higher you fly, the worse you fall.' Although there were some amazing and brilliant characters in the Feathered Race, they never reached the level of Johns and could not change the decline of the Feathered Race. “

"What does this have to do with the degradation of your wings?" Huang Yi asked suspiciously, "Even if the race declines, but the wings grow on you, you can use them at any time, how can they degenerate?" ”

"It's not that simple!" The old man shook his head and said quietly, "After the decline of the Feather Human Clan, it has been unable to keep even a small piece of sky, just like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats. But whenever someone finds the flying Feathered Clan, they will attack it in groups. In order to hide, the Feathered People had to hide in some remote mountain cliffs, flying among hidden canyons, and competing with some birds and finches for that small low altitude. Gone are the days of soaring through the skies and traveling the world. ”

"If that's just the case, the Feather Race just can't fly so high, so far, and it won't fall to the point of wing degradation, right?" Huang Yi frowned and asked.

"This starts with the Oscan Empire." The old man narrowed his eyes, his face tense, "By the time of the Oscan Empire, the Feather Clan had been greatly reduced, and some clans had even become extinct, and the only clansmen had all retreated into the mountains and valleys, and rarely participated in the disputes of the outside world again. But by the reign of Austro-Hungarian, the forty-seventh king of the Oscan Empire, the situation had changed. The Austro-Hungarian Emperor ruled the country with military force, and the whole world was burned with war, full of gunsmoke, and the feathered people were also affected. The only remaining members of the Feather Clan were required to be forcibly conscripted into the army to fight for the Austro-Hungarian Emperor. Several clans, led by the 'Wind Chaser' and the 'Lightning Clan', succumbed to the Austro-Hungarian Emperor and became his lackeys. And some of the clans led by our 'Chaser Clan' retained the pride of their ancestors and preferred to die, they were brutally cut off their wings, deprived of the ability to fly, reduced to slaves, and trampled on. ”

Later, Austro-Hungarian was defeated one after another, and the clans that had succumbed to him gradually died in battle. The Feathered Humans were basically left with only the crippled slaves whose wings had been cut off, but they were more painful than dead, because the offspring they produced were all severely defective and their wings were mutilated. Even if some lucky ones have grown full wings, there are no more people to teach them how to fly. Since then, these descendants have gradually lost the ability to fly, and after one generation, the wings of the Feathered Humans have slowly degenerated, becoming shorter, smaller and more fragile. The feathers on their bodies also fell off from generation to generation, becoming thin, and eventually only skin remained, no different from ordinary people. Of course, during this period, there were still some unwilling clansmen, who tried everything they could, made various attempts, and even a great clansman almost succeeded, but in the end they still couldn't stop the tragic fate of the Yuren clan. ”

The old man said, adjusted his sitting posture, and said, "Our ancestors used to be a group of unbearable slaves. They were lucky enough to escape and find such an isolated place, where they remained for generations, never to go out again, and the ability to fly never returned. But in our ancient books, we were the Sun-Chasing Clan of the Feathered Clan, the Sun-Chasing Clan with golden wings and chasing the sun and light; The Sun-Chasing Clan that gave birth to Johns the Gods; The proud Sun-Chasing Clan that never bows its head ......"

At the end, the old man's tone trembled slightly. The bulging shoulder blades behind him trembled slightly, as if they fantasized about soaring into the sky and chasing the sun like their ancestors.

"I see!" Huang Yi finally suddenly, a trace of respect rose in his heart.

It is a miracle that the Feathered People have endured many ups and downs, through countless turbulences and ups and downs, and finally survived in this way.

"Young man." At this time, the old man turned his head to look at Huang Yi and said seriously, "I hope you don't leak this place to people outside." We have been disconnected from the outside world for too long, and we don't want to go out anymore, and we don't want to be disturbed by people from the outside world. If you can find this, it means that you are destined to us, and we will not let you go back empty-handed. There are some things that our ancestors have left behind, which are of no use to us, but may be useful to you. Some of them are even items about Johns. (To be continued.) )